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by 

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HELEN AGNES HOLTON 



This little volume forth I send, 
Because I love to write. 
And may it lend to every friend. 
Some pleasure and delight. 

The Author. 



Dedicated to my daughter 
Florence Mildred Holton 







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Copyright 1922 

by 

V 
Helen A. Holton 

Milwaukee, \N isconsiu 



DEC 30 7^ 



C1A602638 



KULK & PAULI, Printers 

439 27th Street 

Milwaukee, Wisconsin 



INDEX 

Page 

A Letter in Rhyme 102 

Along the River of Time 68 

A New Year 32 

A New Year's Reverie 25 

America 89 

Aspiration 11 

A Solace from the Sea 70 

A Song of the Sea 21 

A Tribute to Carrie Nation 110 

August 40 

Autumn 42 

Be a Booster 31 

Broken Friendship 72 

Captive 34 

Charles Dickens 47 

Christmas Chimes 12 

Come to Me I'll Give Thee Rest 78 

Edgar Allen Poe 51 

Easter Hymn 63 

Goldenrod 60 

Good-bye John Barleycorn 44 

Have You Prayed Today 91 

How We Build 84 

Hurrah, Hurrah for Tennessee 82 

In Memory She Lingers 95 

In September 23 

June 109 

Knitting 41 

Let Us Have Peace 76 

Lines to a Little Girl of Ten Summers 62 

Lines to a Sweet Girl Graduate 93 

Lovelight 66 

Lincoln 50 

L'Inconnu 88 

Naming the Baby 58 

Nature's Child 43 

Never Despair 83 

New Year's Resolutions 103 

Memory's Chain 24 

Midwinter 81 

Milwaukee's Anniversary 92 

Mother 73 

October 99 



Ode to Niagara 71 

Our Flag Is There 74 

Our Love Is Dead 101 

Our Martyred President 94 

Old Settlers Day 105 

Pie Is Pie 69 

Reply to a Leap Year Proposal 59 

Reniinisence 96 

Requescat in Pace 36 

Salome 79 

Sleep Ye Fallen Heroes, Sleep 15 

Shakespeare 38 

Spare the liirds 108 

Sousa's Band 75 

Substitutes and Camaflouge 14 

Sunshine in the Heart 106 

Summer's Gone! 86 

Summer's Here 22 

Thanksgiving 30 

Thanksgiving Time is Here 17 

The Butterfly 54 

The Children 64 

The Great Salt Lake at Sunset 55 

The Flag 35 

The Great American 13 

The New Century 20 

The Mississippi 34 

The Old Wisconsin River 29 

The Rockies 45 

The Royal Gorge 46 

The Soldiers 16 

The Springtime 18 

The Titanic 27 

The Way to Hooverize 87 

The Rain After Drought 85 

The Song of the Breeze 67 

The Mowing 56 

The Wailing Wind 99 

The War Is On 61 

To My Muse 98 

Thoughts for Easter 104 

Vespers 77 

W. C. T. U. Definition 90 

What Shall We Do With Our Islands? 100 

With No Apologies to the A. of C 107 

Wonderland Park 90 



WHERE ARE THE YESTERDAYS? 

Oh pray tell me where are the yesterdays 

gone ? 
1 have searched for them all the way since 

the gray dawn ; 
♦ I've crossed the wide ocean and sailed the 

hlue sea, 
And horrowed the wings of the morning to 

flee— 
I asked of the song hirds that flew quickly 

past. 
Where are the yesterdays? The days that 

came last? 
They replied with a warhle as higher they 

flew, 
Methought they were searching the yester- 
days too; 

Afar o'er the hills and the mountains that 

rise. 
And lift their proud cliffs to the hlue vaulted 

skies ; 
And down in the valley of Silence I went. 
In search of the days that already were 

spent. 




And there 'mid the darkness and gloom Hke 
a pall. 

The days that were numbered were encamp- 
ing withal ; 

Some appeared bright and cheerful, others 
dark as l)efore, 

And my search, ah, then I knew it was o'er ! 

From the heights of the present, we long- 
ingly cast, 

A glance retrospective o'er the intervale past 

And sigh for the yesterdays spent all in 
vain ; 

But Today and Tomorrow shall greet us 
again. 

P)Ut todav and tomorrow ah, soon they will 

be 
As the yesterdays were to you and to me; 
They steadily fall into line one by one. 
As Time measures oflf the swift days that 

are done. 




10 



ASPIRATION 

On the topmost round of the ladder of 
Fame, 

I see a gUttering prize. 
And on that round I would scribe my name, 

And to its summit rise. 

But oh, the climbing is so hard, 

It makes me dizzy and faint ; 
Sometimes I think I will give it up 

The struggle is so great. 

The ladder is steep and slippery too. 

And the climbing wearies me. 
The rounds are rough, what shall I do? 

Which way, then shall I flee? 

If I descend to the lower rounds 
They'll say that I couldn't climb 

That I was weak and faint hearted 
And they knew it all the time. 

Besides there isn't room for me there ; 

Those rounds are so full, you see. 
So the topmost round of the ladder of Fame 

Is the only one for me. 



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CHRISTMAS CHIMES 

Sweet Christmas bells, joyful their chimes 
Stirring our hearts with song and rhyme. 
Glory to God, Hark, Hark the strain ! 
Peace to our land restored again ! 

The heavy tread of martial feet, 
The trumpet blast, the drum's loud beat, 
Are hushed and e'en the bugle call. 
"Peace, peace on earth, good will to all !" 

The holly and the trailing vine 
Of polished green, fair wreaths entwine; 
And flowers strewn along the way, 
Idlest emblems of that new-born day. 

The starry hosts proclaim on high, 
Their songs of victory from the sky ; 
Our spirits catch the joyful strain, 
And echo back the glad refrain : 

Glory to God, peace, peace on earth, 
We celebrate Our Savior's birth ! 
The bells their Christmas carols sing, 
And tidings of great joy they bring! 

Thus, waking with the morning light. 
Our hearts accept, with glad delight, 
The message with melodious voice, 
That bids us all this day rejoice. 



12 



THE GREAT AMERICAN 

Theo. Roosevelt 
The great American has gone, 
A patriot brave and bold ; 
Not half his deeds of chivalry 
Have ever 3^et been told. 

He loved the simple things of life, 
He loved the children too ; 
He took delight in all his work 
What'er he found to do ! 

He led a very strenuous life. 
He worked with all his might. 
To help advance every reform. 
He championed the right ! 

Distinguished for his bravery 
And for his iron will; 
He formed a partv of his own 
His calling to fulfill. 

The great American has gone, 
He has laid his "Big Stick" down. 
It was a sceptre in his hands. 
He, a king without a crown! 

The great American has gone. 
The world moves on the same. 
He left a record that shall live. 
And an Immortal name! 

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SUBSTITUTES AND CAMAFLOUGE 

It is very interesting 

To be living in an age, 

When substitutes and camaflouge 

Are especially the rage. 

There's nothing genuine any more, 
Not even the food we eat, 
There's substitutes for the staff of life, 
And there's substitutes for meat. 

I am simply famished for white bread, 
1 am longing for a slice 
Spread with fresh butter from the churn. 
There's nothing half so nice. 

And oh, the water now a days. 
It is doctered, and it smells. 
Indeed it cannot be compared 
With the water from the wells 

And springs of many years ago, 
Which linger in our dreams. 
There's nothing genuine any more, 
Life is not what it seems. 

The world is turning upside down, 
It is nearing the danger point; 
There's nothing genuine any more. 
For the Times are out of joint. 

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SLEEP YE FALLEN HEROES, 
SLEEP! 



Sleep ye fallen heroes, sleep, 

Your work was nobly done; 

You fought for Freedom and the right. 

And fadeless laurels won. 

Sleep, ye valiant, true and brave, 

The winds your requiem sing, 

Your names are cherished in our hearts, 

And sacred memories bring. 

Sleep, ye fallen heroes sleep, 
Where moss and seaweed grows ; 
No slab of marble marks the spot. 
The place of your repose. 

Sleep, and let your rest be sweet, 
Ye did not die in vain; 
For Freedom's torch is lifted higher, 
And new luster it doth gain. 



15 




THE SOLDIERS 

Oh, list to the strain of the throbbing drum, 
We hear in the distance, the soldiers have 

come; 
A fragment of what they were before, 
Their ranks are depleted, yet once more, 
We see them swinging along the way, 
To the strains of martial music today. 

A few there are left who falter on, 
But many have passed away and gone ; 
Their ranks are growing less each year. 
They reply to the summons : 'T am Here," 
And into the shadows they march along. 
To the call of the f ar-oflf trumpet gong ! 



Bend softly down oh azure sky. 
Honor the graves where the soldiers lie; 
Oh, sweetly bloom ye flowers of May, 
Your choicest blossoms give today, 
And strew them on the soldier's graves, 
Who gave his life our land to save! 

Oh, merry birds, ye birds of Spring. 
Your joyful notes exultant sing; 
And let your grateful songs arise, 
To God who dwells above the skies ; 
Sing o'er the soldier's lonely grave 
And let Old Glory proudly wave ! 



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THANKSGIVING TIME IS HERE 

There's a mellow light on the distant hills, 
And a song of hope in the leafless trees ; 
There's a note of joy that exultant thrills. 
Our waiting hearts, in each passing breeze ; 
And sweetly the song-waves soft, and clear. 
Are chanting thanksgiving time is here. 

There's a quiet song in the tranquil air ; 
And the anthem's ring which maketh glad ; 
And the stars shine out with a tender care. 
Watching the absent ones, cheering the sad. 
With songs of gladness the day draweth 

near, 
Rejoice, for thanksgiving time is here! 

Shine on, oh stars, in thy pensive light, 
Speed on. oh winds, to the farthest sea; 
Lift from sad hearts the gloom of night, 
Fill them with hope, untrammeled, free ; 
Let gratitude from far and near, 
Resound, for thanksgiving time is here! 

With a peace and joy at this Autumn tide, 
We lift our hearts to the Lord on high; 
And spread the board with a festal pride, 
For the time for giving thanks draws nigh. 
Favored of God we will still be true, 
x\nd render thanks to the Giver, too. 



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THE SPRINGTIME 

The earth in beauty lies, 
Where barren crests were seen ; 
We look with glad surprise, 
Upon the fields of green. 

The verdure-tinted hills 
Are all aglow with light ! 
The wild, unfettered rills 
Are sparkling clear and bright. 

And, swaying to and fro, 
The crocus lifts its head ; 
The brooklet murmurs low, 
Stern winter now hath fled ! 

The blight, the withering blast 
The long dull night of pain. 
With wintry winds is past. 
Broken the Ice King's reign! 

IJeneath the frost and snow, 
The germs of flowers slept. 
Buried so deep below, 
Yet into new life crept. 



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And now, exultant send, 
Their fragrance thro' the air, 
Bright songsters vie and blend 
Their sweet songs everywhere. 

The buttercup doth bow 
Its head, all sunlight crowned; 
And perfumed zephyrs now 
Float in the breeze around. 

Nature awakes to life, 
In opening bud and flower, 
Freighted with blessings rife. 
Filling each joyous hour. 

The merry springtime brings. 
New life, new hope, new cheer ! 
The whole creation sings, 
Its theme. Springtime is here! 



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THE NEW CENTURY 

When does the new century begin? 
I'd really like to know, 
The question is so vexing. 
It does perplex me so ; 
My brain is in a muddle, 
My nerves are all unstrung; 
I am weary of the query 
Oft asked by mortal tongue. 

Philosophers and poets, 
And other men of note; 
Are trying to say something 
None others ever wrote — 
About the coming century, 
When new days, new ways, begin, 
But still they do not quite agree. 
Just when it will usher in. 

It is very tedious waiting. 

For that brand new spotless page. 

And the dawning of the century, 

That shall bring the Golden Age. 

But there is no use to worry. 

It is not over-late ; 

We will telephone Saint Peter, 

And have him fix the date. 



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A SONG OF THE SEA 

Drift, ebb and flow, oh, restless sea. 
And onward sweep so proud and free ; 
Thy dancing waves the whole day long, 
Still echo thine eternal song, 
Drift, ebb and flow oh sea! 

The white ships spread their sails and glide, 
Bouyantly o'er the surging tide. 
The sun, with golden orb serene. 
Weaves garlands in thy tresses green; 
Drift, ebb and flow oh sea! 

Sing, chant and sing oh billowy sea. 
In minor strains thy melody; 
The waves are dashing in their might, 
The Ligthhouse lends its cheery light. 
Drift, ebb and flow oh sea ! 

Down deep descents and o'er the sands, 
The creeping tide slowly expands; 
The sea-gulls cry, and from afar, 
The murmur dies beyond the bar. 
Drift, ebb and flow oh sea! 



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SUMMER'S HERE! 

The lark is gaily singing, 
From his lofty perch on high ; 
And crimson-tinted banners, 
Are spread out upon the sky. 
The mists have veiled the morning. 
The lovely days grow long; 
The air is perfume-laden 
The birds revel in their song. 
Summer's Here ! 

The breeze vv^ith gentle motion, 
Sways the branches on the trees 
The forests' cooling shadows, 
Tempt to idleness and ease ; 
The brooklet murmurs softly 
To the willows bending low, 
The cricket chirps a challenge 
To the fire bugs as they go. 
Summer's Here ! 

The fragrant flowers cluster 

In a gaily tinted mass ; 

The blossoms by the roadside 

Nod to strangers as they pass; 

The moonlight on the meadows. 

Is a glorified delight; 

With its lights and shadows shiftim 

Thro' the watches of the night. 

Summer's Here ! 



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God's beauties like sweet incense 
Permeates the earth and sky; 
His l^enediction Hngers, 
While the days are going by; 
Our hearts respond in gladness, 
Joining nature in her praise; 
Perfection meets our vision. 
In His wondrous works and ways. 
Summer's Here ! 



IN SEPTEMBER 

The song birds spread their wings and fly, 
To distant lands 'neath warmer sky. 
The sunbeams, too, withdraw their light. 
The flowers shiver with affright, 
The sumach kindles its red blaze; 
Tinted with gold, the hickory sprays. 
The curling leaf changes its' hue; 
The clouds hang out their signals, too. 
The blustering wind begins to blow, 
O'er meadow grasses bending low. 
The streams half dried beneath the sun, 
Foretell that Autumn has begun; 
O'er all there creeps a dreamy haze. 
That brings the cool September days. 

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MEMORY'S CHAIN 

There are golden links that bind us, 

In the chain of memory. 

And we oft recall the old days, 

Days of youth and infancy. 

When our hearts were filled with gladness. 

Happiness did then abound, 

With no thought of care or sadness. 

But true joy in life we found. 

.\11 the changes came so gradual. 
We can scarce believe it true. 
And our friends were taken from us. 
One by one, were lost from view. 
And our lives were very lonely, 
For an aching void was there. 
Weary days we spent in greiving. 
Days of darkness and despair! 

Then the Healer came so softly. 
And He touched our lives anew ; 
And we saw with a dim vision, 
Life's stern duties, and we knew, 
It was ours to gather courage, 
And fresh vigor for the strife ; 
And to memory's chain was added. 
Links that cannot break thro' life. 



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A NEW YEAR'S REVERIE 

Silently the shades of evening, 
Gather round this quiet spot. 
And I watch the waning twilight. 
In a reverie of thought. 

Thinking of the year that's passing, 
Of its hours dark and bri^rht, 
Wondering what record it carries, 
In its winged rapid flight? 

Will it tell a pleasing story, 

Of earth's wayward children here? 

Of good work done, and happy workers, 

Busy all the livelong year? 

Or will it tell of sadness, 

Of virtues not yet won? 

Of hours spent in idleness, 

And of good deeds left undone? 

Methinks I hear the echo 
Reverbrate through the air, 
Old Year goes laden with memories. 
And burdens heavy to bear. 



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And borne on the ebbing tide. 
Of death's cold mystic river, 
Into that shadowy land, 
Bids us farewell forever. 



And now we hail the glad New Year, 
And future joys await to be unfurled, 
Another page in Time's great book begun, 
Another page of grace for all the world. 

Then as we wend our checkered way, 
'Mid summer's bloom and winter's chill. 
Let us reap earth's choicest blessings, 
For there's more of good than ill. 



Upon this pure and spotless page, 
May kindliness be traced, 
Then when we bid this year adieu, 
Naught would we see erased. 



26 



THE TITANIC 

Out on the boundless ocean, 
In her glowing strength and pride, 
Sailed the beautiful Titanic, 
The ocean's queen and bride. 

Built by a master workman. 

Wrought by a human hand, 

With armory of iron, 

And vast compartments grand; 

With flower gardens blooming. 

With arbors and terraced streets, 

With pleasure-domes in profusion, 

A stately palace complete! 

Away on her maiden voyage, 

Laden with precious freight; 

Furnished with pomp and splendor, 

Unsinkable, up to date. 

This giant ship so princely, 

O'er the water swift did glide. 

The flag from her tall masts flowing. 

Gracefully on she did ride. 

On thru the frozen regions, 

W^ith little slack of speed. 

On, to the signals of danger, 

The captain gave no heed. 

The fatal spell was on them, 

A delusion held them fast; 

The ship with such perfect construction. 

Would ride the storm and blast. 

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The night was calm and lovely, 
The waters peaceful too, 
This gallant ship in mid-ocean, 
Would prove both safe and true. 

But a ghostly sentinel arose. 
An iceberg in its might, 
And struck the ship a fatal blow, 
And awful was the night. 

Doomed to sure destruction 
Was the Titanic in her pride, 
The cry of distress was heralded 
Over the ocean wide. 

"Women and children first," they cried 
The Life-lwats were lowered fast; 
Women and children were rescued. 
But the men were left till the last. 

Down in the deep they were submerged, 
Those brave, heroic men ; 
Their valiant deeds of chivalry, 
Are repeated over again. 

The millionaire, the deck-hand, 
As equals, took their flight. 
In the presence of death, together, 
They were summoned that sad night. 

And the peerless ship in her beauty 
Sank to a watery grave ; 
Down went the idle beast of men, 
Who were powerless to save ! 



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THE OLD WISCONSIN RIVER 

In the far-famed Dells of Kilbourn, 
Flows the Old Wisconsin river; 
Noted for its natural beauty, 
And its place renowned in history. 

Majestic river, flowing stately. 
Just beyond the North horizon, 
Mecca of the tourist who visits 
The famous Dells of the Wisconsin! 

Giant rocks, jutted and cragged, 
Lift their heads, crowned in the sunlight; 
Shapely forms and chiseled figures. 
Are mirrored in the Old Wisconsin! 

Here the Red man with his quiver. 
With his mighty bow and arrow; 
Made his haunts, and built his wigwam. 
On the 1:>anks of the Old Wisconsin! 

In this zone of fragrant pine trees, 
'Mid the green of fern and forest; 
Rang the weird, tuneful rhythm, 
Down the gulch, and thro' the canyon! 

Memories of those ancient tribesman, 
With their moose-bones, and their tom-toms, 
Lingers still within these regions. 
And echoes o'er the Old Wisconsin! 
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THANKSGIVING 

List, ye people one and all, 

To the Presidential call. 

Our Nation's Magistrate saith he, 

"Render thanks on bended knee." 

Do not feast the whole day long, 

Lift your hearts in prayer and song. 

To the bounteous God above. 

For His all-sustaining love, 

For the plenteous harvest's yield, 

For the fruits from teeming fields, 

For the nation's prosperous wealth, 

For the comforts and the health, 

That the Giver doth bestow, 

On His creatures here below. 

With a free and lavish hand. 

He scatters blessings o'er the land, 

The gold, the silver, too. He wills. 

The cattle on a thousand hills ; 

The countless mercies at our feet, 

He gives, and crowns our lives complete ! 

The day of Peace dawns bright and clear. 

No smoking battle towers we fear ; 

No booming cannons crash around, 

Prosperity and wealth abound ; 

With all good things, enriched are we. 

Our lines extend across the sea. 

Favored by Him, let us rejoice. 

And praise Him with our hearts and voice. 

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BE A BOOSTER 

There ai'e ver\' many ])eople, 
Sitting- round in every town, 

\\ ho are always pessimistic. 

Knocking every good thing down. 

Do not l)e that kind of person. 
They are of no use on earth — - 

15e a ])ooster, not a slacker. 

Lift and ])oost for all you're worth. 

I'e in earnest, show }-our mettle. 

Sail right in, and help along; 
During this camjmign for Victory, 

Make your ])lea hoth good and strong, 

Cast \()ur loaves out on the waters. 

This the saying, it is true, 
ixight side u]), and all well-huttered 

They will then come hack to vou. 



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THE NEW YEAR 



The New Year dawns in beauty, 

Greater far than tongue can tell. 
The bells herald its coming, 

As they chime o'er hill and dell. 
We list their soft vibrations. 

And we catch the glad refrain : 
'T^eace on earth, good will to man,' 

Is re-echoed o'er again. 

A great and prosperous nation 

Swells the chorus from afar ; 
O'er mountain, plain and prairie, 

Shines that old immortal star. 
With a majesty transcendent, 

With a luster, soft, serene. 
Shines the star that led the Magi 

To the lowly Nazarene. 

To the Orient old in story, 

To the islands of the sea. 
Comes the New Year in its beauty 

While the bells ring merrily. 
The stars and stripes are planted 

On fair Cuba's distant shore. 
And the New Year brings rejoicinj 

As it ne'er has done before. 



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The New Year greets the northland. 

With its wintry winds and snow, 
And smiles upon the southland, 

Where the fragrant roses blow. 
It bids the west a God speed. 

From each lofty mountain height, 
And in the east reverberates. 

The swift messenger of light. 

"Peace on earth, good will to men," 

Lingers, zephyr-like around, 
O'er all Columbia's borders. 

Where sweet victory has been crowned 
Like the sun burst on the hilltops, 

Breaks the dawn of the blue light ; 
Then hail, all hail the New Year, 

With its aspirations bright. 

Amid the bells deep chiming 

We catch the glad refrain, 
And swell the glorious anthem 

That rang o'er Bethlehem's plain. 



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THE MISSISSIPPI 



Father of waters, 1)road and deep. 
Rolling down the course appointed thee. 
Thy surface calm, sometimes asleep, 

smooth and free. 



Thy current gliding 



Mighty forces urge thy sweep. 

Onward, and. in awful wrath. 

Thy torrents spread disaster far and wide. 

And swee]) man's structure from thy j^ath, 

W'itli tiiv swift, devastatini'- tide! 



CAPTIVE 

T saw your face a moment. 
As the crowd went surging hy ; 

And all my hopes were shattered, 
\Vith one glance from your eye ! 

J had thought that all was over. 
That victory I had known ; 

P>ut still I am your captive, 
Wv heart is all vour own ! 



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THE FLAG 

Hoist the flag and let it wave 
Over fair Columbia's land, 
(^ur forefathers died to save, 
This emblem from traitors hands. 

It has been baptized in blood, 
Hallowed, too, by shot and shell; 
Rescued from the battle's flood 
Where our heroes round it fell. 

Let it float in Heaven's blue, 
This dear banner we all love ; 
'Tis our hope across the seas, 
God has 1:)lessed it from above. 

Luster new it gains each year. 
And it never will grow old, 
Brighter still it doth appear. 
Half its victories n'er were told. 

This the day we dedicate. 
To our flag, flag of the free! 
Joyfully we'll celebrate. 
It is ours on land and sea! 



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REQUIESCAT IN PACE 

When men go forth to cruel war, 
We watch them pass out of our sight ; 
And strain our longing eyes to see. 
Between the mists, some token bright. 
Of their return, and Ijouya::'. Hope, 
Points farther on when Peace shall thrill 
Our waiting hearts with joy serene. 
And gratitude our bosoms fill! 

This gift wdthin her chalice brings. 
The blessed hour of promised joys; 
W^ith happy hearts we celel3rate. 
The glad return of soldier boys. 
Shine out kind stars upon the way ! 
Ye l^lithe winds chant your message clear ; 
Tributes of love, and garlands bring. 
And render thanks, the hour draws near ! 



Our minds look l;ack some months ago. 
When loyal-hearted sons and true, 
Responded to their Country's call. 
And bade their friends a sad adieu. 
But now they have come 1)ack again, 
And left their knapsacks, shield and sword ! 
We welcome them with warm hand-clasps. 
W^ith pride we spread the festal l)oard ! 



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,\n(l. heart to heart responsive treats; 
in greeting those returned from war; 
Rejoicing that our banner waves; 
So glorious, from near and far ! 
We give three cheers for victory; 
And for Humanity's great cause; 
To the- North, the South, Hosannes ! 
To the East and West Huzzas! 

But e'en at this glad hour we pause,, 
.\nd trace again in quick review, 
The number of those valiant men, 
Who donned the uniform of blue ; 
Faces we miss among the ranks, 
Who've heard the Death-knell's muffled 

sound ; 
Iknded are they in foreign lands 
'Neath many a shapeless, lonely mound ! 

Heroic valor crowns their deeds. 
Those loving sons, Columbia's own ! 
Old Glory flaunts alcove their graves. 
The Blue, the Gray as brothers one! 
The firey blasts of flaming war, 
Made strong the links of Brother love. 
One flag, one country, that our own. 
Pride of the world, blest from above ! 



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SHAKESPEARE 

A man of genius and true worth. 

His fame has spread through all the earth. 

In every hamlet, village, tow^n 

His living precepts are laid dovi^n. 

"To God and thine own self be true" 

(This every one should aim to do,) 

It will follow as the light the day. 

Error and wrong shall flee away. 

The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak. 

From Shakespeare's pen true wisdom seek. | 

His stories, morals do contain, * 

His was an active, fertile brain, J 

His wit shines like a brilliant star, ] 

Sending illuminations far. j 

His 1:)eauty, like the rolling sea, * 

Is spread for all, untrammeled, free. ■ 

He wrote of passion and of crimes, I 

Of tragic scenes and strenuous times, \ 

We shudder at the plots portrayed j 

Tliat his imagination made. j 

The wreck and ruin that he brings; | 

And then he shows us brighter things. j 
We laugh at folly, weep at crime, 
.\nd reverence pay to the sublim'^' 



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He was familiar with all good, 

The rocks, the trees, the solitude. 

The lovely flowers, the fragrant hreeze, 

He wove into his plays to please. 

Next to the Bible we esteem 

The songs of Shakespeare and his dream. 

He did not live for any age. 

But for all time this worthy sage. 

We will commemorate his worth. 

And celebrate his death, his birth^ 

In festivals of song and praise, ' 

In presentation of his plays. 

His dramas, episodes, sublime, 

We will reproduce, as in his time. 

Three hundred years have passed since then 

But he still lives in the hearts of men. 



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AUGUST 

A silence breathes its spell. 
Alike o'er all the earth; 
Hushed is the song of birds ; 
And hushed the sounds of mirth. 

The river leaps and flames. 
Beneath the August sun ; 
Shriveled and withered leaves 
Are falling one by one. 

Wild lillies lift their lieads ; 
The bees hum early, late ; 
There's not a single rose 
Now left beside the gate. 

The straggling briar sweeps. 
And winds its thorny way ; 
The s])ider spins and weaves, 
Its silken web all day. 

The clouds, they drift apart; 
The woods, the lakes are still ; 
A silence deep, profound, 
Now broods o'er vale and hill, 

A strange, a weird spell, 
Reminds us every one, 
That summer days are past. 
And summer, nearly done ! 
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KNITTING 

Everybody's knitting everywhere we go. 
Knitting scarfs and sweaters, helmets, wrist- 
lets, so — 
I am not a slacker, I will do my bit, 
And 1 wi" 



>-et busy, and begin to knit, 



Knitting for the Army and the Navy, too, 
Soinids quite patriotic, shows a purpose true 
Loyalty to country, this the latest stunt. 
Interest in the soldiers who are on the front ; 

The\- are loyal patriots, in this awful fight, 
With their lives they're willing to defend 

the right ; 
God have mercy on them, send them victory. 
Haste the final issue. Peace and Liberty! 

\A'e will keep on knitting, it is hard to quit. 
It is fascinating since we've learned to knit. 
Helmets, scarfs and sweaters, and it is no 

joke; 
We had rather ship these, than to send them 

Smoke. 



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AUTUMN 

The sun half hid in the sl|adowed sky. 
Sheds a gleam of golden light. 
The dead leaves fallen and withered lie, 
The birds have taken their flight! 

In the quiet woods, there's not a breath. 
Left to stir the barren trees; 
A tender touch like the touch of death. 
Has silently passed over these. 

All nature, clad in somber array, 
Leaves its impress over all ; 
Springtime and Summer have passed away. 
And vanished beyond recall. 

Autumn in splendor sits serene. 

No sorrow or care it knows : 

With folded hands and a thoughtful mein. 

The granduer of nature shows! 



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NATURE'S CHILD 

There is magic in the air, 
And the calhng of the wild ! 
My spirit leaps to meet it, 
For 1 am nature's child ! 

j\Iy whole heing thrills with rapture. 
Responsive to the call ; 
And I hasten to the woodlands 
Where God's care is over all. 

I listen to the song hirds, 
As they flit among the trees; 
I hear the thrush and linnet, 
And the droning of the hees. 

I watch the nimhle squirrel 
As he scampers in the grass ; 
And the violets and daisies 
All greet me as I pass! 

Oh there's magic in the air, 
The calling of the wild ; 
Exultant I will follow, 
For T am Nature's child! 



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GOOD-BYE JOHN BARLEYCORN 

Good-bye John Barleycorn. Good-bye, 
At last your race is run ; 
Like Kaiser Bill you are banished 
From your warm place in the sun ; 
( You deserve a warmer region 
For the Deviltry you've done.) 

^7)u've 1)roken hearts and ruined homes. 
\ou are a demon in disguise ; 
^^)U heard the children weeping 
But you did not heed their cries ; 
Nor the prayers of sorrowing mothers 
With their sad and downcast eyes. 

Good-bye, John Barleycorn, come down. 

From your exalted state ; 

\^ni've 1)een a cruel tyrant 

Your crimes are very great. 

^'()u've perpertrated Anarchy 

And filled men's hearts with hate. 

Good-bye, John Barleycorn, too long 
^'ou've stalked with giant tread 
O'er all the land, millions of lives 
Have suffered in your stead ; 
Tlie reckoning time has surely come 
The curse is on vour head. 



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Good-bye John Barleycorn, Good-l)ye 
We are glad to see you go, 
YouVe brought distress, misery, 
And wretchedness and woe ; 
The peo])le now have spoken. 
They have struck the fatal blow ! 



THE ROCKIES 

Here the great majestic Rockies, 
Lift their heads all sunlit crowned! 
Toward the very gates of Heaven, 
With a mystery profound ! 

Here the eagle on his pinions. 
Soars aloft so light and free. 
Here the mighty force of nature. 
Speaks in tones of majesty! 

Perfumed breezes waft sweet incense, 
From these lofty cliffs so high ; 
xA.nd our hearts respond in worship, 
For we know that God is nigh ! 

We can feel His very presence. 
And our thoughts are drawn above, 
To the Builder of the mountains, 
To the God of life and love! 



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THE ROYAL GORGE 

Cliffs and chasms rise l)efore me. 
And mountain forms on every hand ; 
In passing thro' the Royal Gorge. 
The crowning glory of the land. 

With Infinity 1)ehind me, 

With Infinity hefore : 

i\^aks and pinnicles surround me, 

While l)elow the waters roar! 

(ireat and marvelous the wonders. 
Of this myriad-crested place. 
W ith its walls of massive marhles 
Towering into dizzy space ! 

This, a temple of the mighty, 
Ikiilded by His power and might; 
My whole being thrills with rapture. 
As 1 gaze upon the sight! 



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CHARLES DICKENS 

One hundred years ago there came to earth 
A child of humljle parents and of lowly 

birth 
At Landport, then a little suburb town 
Of Portsmouth, which has since sprung into 

renown. 

No bugle blast, or clairon trumpet then. 
Welcomed this child, destined to win the 

hearts of men, 
And hold spellbound with laughter and with 

tears, 
And draw the masses toward him through 

the coming years. 

His father the reverse of fortune knew, 

And Charles, the little lad, suffered ex- 
tremely, too ; 

For his young life was filled with care and 
pain. 

Which stamped its impress upon his heart 
and brain. 

In his writings later he often drew. 

From sad experiences that his childhood 

knew — 
And wove them in his stories various ways. 
For keenly he recalled those scenes and days. 



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He loved to read, and early he began 

To write brief sketches, to originate and 

plan, 
Stories of human interest with a scene 
To illustrate his characters upon the screen. 

His fertile brain and ever ready pen 
Was on the alert in all the affairs of men ; 
He was the prophet of the middle class; 
The whole of London life, whatever came to 
pass. 

He depicted with his descriptive art. 

And in each tragedy he took an active part. 

His Pickwick Papers, published, brought 

him fame — 
Success assured, his mission was his aim. 

His famous portraits this centennial year. 
Have become favorites with all as they 

appear ; 
Dainty Dolly Varden, dimpled and gay. 
Comes tripping and dancing in her co- 
quettish way; 
Dora, the child wife, confiding and sweet, 
A perfect little beauty, whom one is glad to 

meet ; 
Mrs. Bomby, the second, proud and cold. 
And handsome as a statue, we are told — 
Had the power her husband's will to sway — ■ 
A remarkable woman for one of her da^'^ 

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Charming little Nell has a host of friends 
Who will remain loyal till time itself ends; 
Lucie Manette, she was called the golden 

thread, 
And dispelled the gloom, hringing sunshine 

instead ; 
Miss Havisham, the bride-to-be, the same, 
Left all alone, for her bridegroom never 

came. 
All of these characters and many more. 
Are very familiar, we have seen them be- 
fore. 
These famous folk, and others just as dear. 
Parade in the procession this centennial year. 
To honor Charles Dickens, it is plainly seen 
The whole world loves him and will keep 
his memory green. 



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LINCOLN 

One chosen and ordained of God, a leader 

strong and brave. 
A magistrate with high ideals, he freed the 

fettered slave ; 
As Moses led the Israelites from out the 

wilderness. 
So Lincoln with the helm of State, guided 

our nation, and to bless ; 

With faith in God, he faltered not, but held 
with steady hand. 

The reigns of power till war and hate was 
driven from the land ; 

His name is honored and is linked with the 
bravest and the best ; 

He was the highest type of man, his char- 
acter could stand the test. 

Tried as by fire, his spirit rose, to lofty 

heights, with purpose true ; 
The essence of his heart's desire was to 

know the truth and live it, too. 
For Freedom's cause he lived and died, his 

deeds of valor won him fame 
A martyr for his country's sake, a grateful 

people love his name ! 



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EDGAR ALLEN POE 

Out from tlie busy world apart from haunts 

of men. 
Friends of Poe have gathered to celebrate 

again 
His memory and verse, the essence of his 

song. 
Which thro' the passing years shall be re- 

mem])ered long. 

Gifted with rare genius and fascination, too 
Peculiar to himself, his style none other 

knew. 
His was the "shadow voice" in the temple 

of song- 
Touched with melancholy, a note vibrating 

strong. 

His spirit ever stands beating against the 

gate 
Of Death's lonely portals, in solitude to 

wait. 
His Lyrics, sad and sweet, the echo of a 

lyre 
Beyond the hills of Death, void of life's 

desire. 



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Poetry was passion with him, his natural 

bent 
Was toward the mystical, and with this 

theme intent 
He wrote, the whole world listened to the 

melodious strains ; 
He was called a marvel in intellect and 

brains. 
His verse met with favor and merited 

applause ; 
He became popular despite the critics flaws. 
His magic melodies rang out so clear and 

sweet. 
The Idol of the hour, the world was at his 

feet! 

**The Raven" gentlv tapping, the chiming of 
"The Bells" 

Made his name immortal, their music ebbs 
and swells. 

"The Haunted Palace" echoes to the foot- 
falls evermore. 

Of angles and of demons crowding thro' the 
open door. 

These metrical marvels, expressive of his 
will, 

Compel admiration and are favorites still. 



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jMaster of Alelancholy and all fantastic 

sound, 
Poe ranks without a peer the whole wide 

world around. 
The "rare and radiant fancies" flashing thro' 

his active brain. 
No pen can e'er describe, or their mystery 

explain. 



In poverty he struggled which tried his heart 

and soul, 
The demon that enslaved him lurked in the 

sparkling bowl. 
He saw the ''handwriting" for himself on 

the wall, 
His verses give tlie key to his untimely fall. 

But with all his failings, Poe did inscribe his 
name. 

Among the first and foremost, on the pin- 
nacle of Fame. 

A hundred years have passed since he saw 
the light of day. 

We celebrate his birth and tender tribute 
pay. 



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His genius and talent are held in high 

esteem. 
The whole world admires his visionary 

dream. 
His writings hold a charm, and these shall 

ever he 
A living monument unto^ his memory. 



THE BUTTERFLY 

The springtime brings the butterfly. 

Zephyr-like its wings. 
Rocked in the lap of flowers, 

Enchantedly it swings. 
Drunken with fragrance and sunshine, 

In brilliancy it glows ; 
But in Heaven's eternal vastness 

'Twill vanish like the rose. 

Behold its destiny is like. 

To man's, his heart's desire, 
Seeketh for joy. yet oft alas. 

Of worldly pleasures tire. 
Tasting the sweets of every kind. 

W'hich this life doth bestow, 
At last returning to the sky, 

From whence true joy doth flow. 



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THE GREAT SALT LAKE AT 
SUNSET 

Scene of inspiring grandeui 
That bursts upon my view 
Imperfectly I'll paint it, 
Dear reader, now, for you. 

The Great Salt Lake, enchanted 
In silent wonder lies; 
All picturesque and lovely, 
Its mountain islands rise. 

Casting their deep, dark shadows, 
O'er the expanse below; 
Their heights tinged by the sunset light, 
That sheds a softened glow. 

Charmed with its radiant beauty. 
I gaze across the deep ; 
Mirrored in Nature's bosom. 
The dreamy waters sleep. 

Oh, lake in mystery shrouded. 
So beautiful, sublime; 
A gift of the Eternal, 
The wonder of all time! 



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THE MOWING 

There's a click of the farmer's shining 
scythe, 

•As he sharpens it to-day. 
Preparing to mow the meadow, 

That stretches far away. 
That sound is home on the breezes 

And is caught by the flowers at play. 

The robin lists the woeful tale, 

And tells the daisies near ; . 
Their golden hearts are treinbling, 

And failing them with fear. 
The feathery seed-sprays lowly droop. 

And shudder as they hear. 

The moneywort before the blade, 

Its trailing beauty flings, 
The scarlet poppies in alarm, 

Start from the noise it brings ; 
The dandelions from slumberland. 

Unfurl their gauzy wings. 




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The grasses bend their tossing" heads, 

The purple thistles sigh; 
The blossoming mallow's downy leaves 

Depressed, dejected lie; 
And broken at the mower's feet, 

The clover blossoms die. 

Before his swift and awful blast, 

The grasses shrink away; 
The greedy sickle spareth naught. 

Its mission is to slay. 
A harvester of death to all 

That Cometh in its way. 

The farmer gazes on the fields, 

Content with ruin wrought 
In somber robes the meadow now, 

Api^ears as well it ought. 
For Death hath claimed its victims. 

And desolation wrought. 

We looked with longing eager eyes, 

And feasted all the way; 
Upon the meadow's grandeur. 

Ah, now we cannot stay. 
But mourn the flowers and blossoms 

We saw but vesterdav. 



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NAMING THE BABY 

This is the day the haby came. 
I think we must give her a name ; 
Since this is Decoration Day, 
Perhaps we'd better call her May. 

She's just as cute as she can be, 
She climbs up on her papa's knee. 
And laughs and crows so very sweet, 
And she has dimpled liands and feet. 

Sometimes a tear down her cheek flows, 
Like a fresh dewdrop on the rose. 
But soon again in childish glee. 
She sweetly smiles on you and me. 

I kiss her for I love her so, 
Then on the floor 1 let her go. 
And watch her as she creeps away. 
She's only one year old today. 

She tries to show us when she stands. 
How tall she is, and lifts her hands. 
She loves us dearly it is true, 
She loves her little sister too. 

These little girls are very dear. 
We are so glad we have them here. 
They cheer our hearts along the way. 
They grow more precious every day. 



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REPLY TO A LEAP YEAR 
PROPOSAL 

I am filled with consternation, 

By your urgent invitation, 

To change my life and station^ 

By and affiliation. 

I haste an explanation. 

To relieve the situation. 

After due deliberation. 

I would dispel your hallucination, 

It is only infatuation, 

Or it may be admiration 

That caused this declaration. 

1 would ask consideration. 

And more thoughtful meditation. 

To change your expectation. 

Which is an exaggeration, 

In a Leap Year Innovation, 

I make this calculation. 

W^ithout any hesitation. 



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GOLDENROD 

When the sun is bending low, 
In the cool autumnal days; 
Then the Goldenrod doth show, 
Full fledged brow, and heart ablaze. 

When the summer days have fled, 
And the flowers withered lie ; 
Goldenrod doth lift its head, 
Plumes of yellow flaunting high. 

Rich with tinge of native bloom, 
J^earing still the sweet impress 
Brightening up the death and gloom, 
With its genuine loveliness. 

In the field and by the wall. 
Where the tangled briars lay; 
Wealth of gold now crowneth all, 
Through the lovely Autumn day. 



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THE WAR IS ON 

The war is on with Germany 
They are calling us to come, 
x\nd help the nations in distress 
To finish Kaiserdom. 
And we will sail across the sea 
And take a fighting chance. 
We'll chase the submarines, enroute 
And join the troops in France. 

We did not want to fight, but now 

Humanity's fierce cry. 

Has pierced our hearts we will advance, 

Their cause we'll not defy, 

The stars and stripes will lead us on, 

America the Free 

Shall yet redeem the whole wide world, 

In Peace and Liberty. 



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LINES TO A LITTLE GIRL OF TEN 
SUMMERS 

Sweet is the season of youth, dear, 
And childhoods' sunny hours; 
Enjoy their pleasures while you may, 
Snatching their fragrant flowers. 

And hasten not into care and strife, 
And out of the dear Home nest, 
F)Ut 1)e a child as long as you can. 
For the time is not long at the hest. 

.\nd when you become a woman, 
And learn life's restless ways, 
ATay }'ou cherish ])leasant memories. 
Of your happy childhood days. 

And when trials and storms o'er take^ you. 

To God and yourself be true ; 

And alw^ays remember, beloved, 

Our thoughts, our ])rayers are for you !' 



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EASTER HYMN 



Hail to the brightness of Easter's glad morn- 
ing 
List to the chime of the clear ringing 
bells ; 
Bring floral trilnites the altar adorning, 
Join the glad chorus that joyfully swells. 

Morning of gladness, the tomi) is now 
broken, 
Scattered the shadows and darkness of 
night. 
Waft it ye winds the verdict is spoken, 
The Savior is risen! "Let there be light" 

Burst into blooming, ye beautiful flowers. 
Emblems of passion, tokens of love. 

Send out your fragrance, brighten the hours, 
Send forth sweet incense lent from above. 



Sing all ye children, lift happy voices, 
Shout, shout His praises this glad Easter 
day. 
Look up, be hopeful, the world now re- 
joices. 
Crown Him and bless Him forever alway. 



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H^ 



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THE CHILDREN 

List to the cry that is borne on the air, 
From the Orient it comes, a cry of despair. 
It is wrung from the lips of women and men. 
This heart-cry of Rachel repeated again. 
Oh, what will become of the children? 

The mothers, heart broken, in agony cry, 
As they part with their loved ones who go 

forth to die ; 
At the call of the bugle they haste to the 

fray. 
With sabre and sword, clad in 1)attle array. 
Men and brothers, and fathers of children. 

Forward they march, and the children are 

left; 
The dear little innocent ones are bereft ; 
Their young lives are saddened and filled 

with alarm. 
Who now will protect them and shield them 

from harm? 
Oh, what will become of the children? 




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It is lifted to Heaven, this sad, bitter cry. 
On the dread battlefield where the l^rave 

soldiers die. 
Where unnumbered corpses lie mangled and 

slain, 
They cry with their last breath, they cry 

in their pain, 
(3h, what will become of the children? 

In every land, from near and from far. 
The children are innocent victims of war. 
Great God, in Thy mercy look down from 

above, 
Protect them we pray, by Thy power and 

Thy love. 
Oh Lord, protect the dear children. 

Oh God, let the war-maddened nations now 

cease. 
We l^eseech Thee to hasten the Dawn of 

Peace, 
Let thy voice rising over the cannon's fierce 

roar, 
Declare war and carnage shall hence be no 

more. 
Speak Peace for the sake of the children. 



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I 

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LOVELIGHT 

I have seen the sunrise 1)reaking-, far across 

the distant hills. 
And the shades of evening gather, creeping 

slowly o'er the rills, 
I have heard the song hirds twitter as the}' 

took their homeward way. 
Toward the fair, the sunny Southland, where 

the gentle zephyrs play. 

I have heard the chimes of church hells. 

echo on the floating breeze. 
And the south wind softly blowing, stir the 

branches in the trees ; 
And the moon with all her splendor, 1)athe 

the hilltops with a glow. 
Radiant beyond description, tinting river far 

below. 

I have seen the buds of springtime blossom 

into fairest birth. 
And the snows of winter cover, with a 

mantle all the earth, 
Ikit the beauty and the grandeur of the 

earth, air, sea and sky. 
Fail to stir my heart wnthin me like the 

Lovelight in your eye ! 

(Arranged to music) 



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THE SONG OF THE BREEZE 

Oh, list to the song of the gentle breeze! 
As it sways the branches on the trees; 
It attunes the twigs with a melody sweet; 
As it echoes thro' the valley and street; 
(3, list to the song of the breeze! 

(3h list to its song in the early morn, 

As it sweeps thro' the fields of the rustling 

corn ; 
It twirls and tosses the waving grain ; 
The song of the breeze is a welcome strain ; 
O, list to the song of the breeze! 



It hies to the forests of spruce and of pine, 
It wafts a sweet perfume, a fragrance 

divine ; 
It ripples in laughter as in a sweet dream, 
And stirs the flowerets asleep by the stream ; 
O, list to the song of the breeze ! 



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ALONG THE RIVER OF TIME 

Along the river of time, 

We i)ass with the fleeting years. 

In perfect meter and faultless rhyme, 

With a 1)oundless sweep, the isle sublime 

We discern through the mist of tears. 

The dreams of youth, the long, long dream 
How it thrilled us in life's golden day. 
With a cloudless sky our hopes did 1)eam. 
As we anxiously stood by that wonderful 

stream. 
And watched our frail bark float aw^ay. 

We found the magical Isle, 

And buried our treasures there. 

And the songs that we breathed on the air. 

We recall, and the faces so fair ; 

That are lost to us now for awhile. 



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PIE IS PIE 

Pie, it graces every season, 
And, if used in bounds of reason, 
It will prove a boon, a blessing. 
To the appetite refreshing. 

Pie is made of fruits and juices. 
But is subject to abuses; 
Pie is both a friend and foe. 
And it sometimes brings us woe. 

Pie is mighty, and pie is kind, 
And pie is merciless we find. 
But if used in moderation 
It will prove a consolation. 

Pie is pie oh, how we love it ; 
Crisp flakey crust, is what we covet ; 
Be it apple, peach or cherry. 
It will tend to make us merry. 

Pie can sing the senses pleasure. 
And the pains thereof, in measure 
Pie revives the drooping spirit, 
"Personal Liberty" isn't in it. 



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A SOLACE FROM THE SEA 

I stood beside the sea shore 
The waves were dashing high, 

I tried to catch their meaning, 
And there escaped a sigh. 

The waters have sung dirges, 

And hymns of sacred tune. 
And there came a holy unction, 

Which proved to be a boon. 

My heart was attuned to sadness 

And 'twas possil^le that I — 
Had mistaken the water's rhythm 

So I waited another reply. 

All the sound waves run to the ocean 
Mingled and intermingled they come. 

On land they are jostled and crowded 
But in mid-ocean there's room. 

And the pulsating waves throbbed wildly 
And lifted their cadence high. 

While distinctly I could hear them. 
As they heaved a long drawn sigh. 




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And far across the waters, 

Too far for mortal ears 
That sigh was borne on the billows 

Till it spent itself in tears 

And my troubled heart was quiet 
And there came a flood of light ; 

I bless God for the ocean. 

And the sigh it breathed that night. 



ODE TO NIAGARA 



Roll on Niagara in thy might. 
And let thy torrents fall; 
The grandest sight in all the earth. 
Thou dost eclipse them all ! 

With lash and dash and heaving crash. 
With swish and whirl and drip; 
Roll on old cataract sublime 
With never failing grip! 

Thy billows tossing far and wide. 
Stupendous buckets pour, 
Roll on thou marvel of all time. 
With soul inspiring roar ! 



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BROKEN FRIENDSHIP 

I am sitting in the twilight, 
Between the hlue and the gray ; 
My heart its way has heen winging 
To you all the livelong day. 

Rethinks I hear you singing 
In tender strains and low ; 
That old familiar hallad, 
You sang so long ago. 

And my heart beats wild with rapture, 
Then again 'tis filled with pain ; 
For I know that now we're parted, 
And shall n'er be friends again; 

The ties that once did bind us, 
Are broken now, and we. 
The distance widens between us, 
Far as the farthest sea: 

Aly thoughts on rapid pinons. 
Recall the dear, dead past; 
And my longing heart is yearning 
For a friendship that will last. 



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MOTHER 

Dearest word in human diction. 

Title taught 1w angel band; 

Is the hallowed name of Mother, 

Vet today, alone I stand. 

Gazing down the coming vista. 

Of the future years, apace. 

With my longing heart still yearning, 

For a glimpse of that dear face. 

The cold world's unfriendly shadows, 
Chills my spirit, damps my brow. 
With a sense of desolation — 
For I have no mother now ! 
l^jut Faith points with brighter outlook. 
To that land unknown to me. 
World unseen, the veil is lifted, 
She has solved the mystery. 

She has passed the golden portals. 
Gleaming with celestial light. 
All her trials now are ended. 
And her future shall be bright. 
And through the darkness I can trace 
The outline of that form I see. 
In saintly robes, her radiant face. 
And a dear hand outstretched to me ! 




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OUR FLAG IS THERE 

( )iir flag is there on Cuban soil, 
It waves today so proud and free ; 
Ijehold the glorious stars and stripes, 
Em])lem of Peace and Liberty ! 

That flag is known on every shore, 
A champion of truth and right ; 
And o'er the Islands of the sea, 
It doth so grandly float tonight ! 

Sustained alike in peace and war, 
'Mid ])attles roar, at close of strife; 
Our flag is there a harbinger. 
Of a new day and never life ! 

Oppressed long by Spanish yoke, 
Our suflFering neighbors now are free ; 
Deliverance has come at last. 
(What Good Samaritans, are we.) 

Our flag is there, long may it wave, 
And bring the Orient sweet relief ; 
Strong hearts upheld its mast head high. 
Our flas: is there. Emblem of Peace ! 



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SOUSA'S BAND 

We watch the men asseml)le and note their 

preparation, 
As they gather on the platform with due 

dehljeration ; 
Then all trials and tribulations we banish 

far away, 
For it thrills us through with pleasure when 

the band 1)egins to play! 

I'here's a jingle m the meter, worthy of a 

great ovation. 
And a measured smoothness running with 

a perfect intonation ; 
And our hearts beat time in unison, to music 

so entrancing. 
Our pulses throb with vigor, while our feet 
would go a-dancing. 

When the final piece is ended, and the con- 
cert hall we're leaving, 

\\'e're completely dazed with wonder, and 
sigh almost to grieving. 

That we cannot hear it oftener, as we jour- 
ney on our way. 

For oh, the blissful rapture, when the band 
begins to play? 



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LET US HAVE PEACE 

Let us have peace, oh Lord we pray, 

Let us have peace ; 

Let warfare over land and sea, 

And bloodshed cease. 

Drive back the war-gods in their wrath, 

Their fury stay. 

Relieve from suffering and distress, 

Dear Lord, we pray. 

Let us have peace, oh Lord, 
Let us have peace ! 

Oh let the Dove of Peace fly forth, 

On wings of light. 

Bearing a message to the world, 

Speed thou its flight. 

A message of good will that shall 

From strife release, 

And men as brothers, all unite 

Li bonds of peace. 

Let us have peace, oh Lord, 
Let us have peace ! 



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VESPERS 

In the stillness of the night. 

Music floats from near and far ; 
And a sense of keen delight. 

Lingers with each shining star ; 
How they twinkle in the sky, 

jVs the moon smiles over all ; 
Fleeting shadows pass me by, 

At the Fairy's whispered call. 
AH around is calm and still. 

Save the little summer brook ; 
Down the valley, 'neath the hill. 

Bubbling from its cozy nook ; 
And the pure liquid note. 

From the night bird's silvery throat. 
As it echoes farther on. 

Trembles, quivers, and is gone! 



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COME TO 



ME, FLL 
REST" 



GIVE THEE 



When the flowers are l)looming sweetly, 

And their fragrance fills the air, 
When the sun in all his splendor 

Lights the sky with dazzling glare. 
Fold me in Thy arms dear Saviour, 

Hold me closer to Thy breast. 
Let me hear Thy gentle whisper : 

"Come to me, I'll give thee rest." 

When the shades of evening gather. 

And the clouds are rising high. 
When the birds have ceased their music, 

And the flowers droop and die. 
May I still hope on as gladly, 

As when all was light and free, 
Let Thine arms of love surround me. 

Saviour, mine, abide with me. 



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SALOME 

It was the 1)irthday of the king, 
Herod, the crowned head. 
The Lords, high Captains, royal chiefs, 
Assem1)led for the spread. 

King Herod sat upon his throne. 
His feasts were known to fame : 
He welcomed all his royal guests, 
From far and near, they came. 

The jesters joked, the slave maids danced, 

Hilarious were they! 

Strong wine had turned their heads that 

night, 
And Bacchus held full sway. 

The dance went on, the shapely maids. 
Their supple muscles plied ; 
Faster and faster on they flew. 
To please the court they tried. 

King Herod, flushed with pride and wine, 
Spake thus, in accents free, 
"luring Salome from the palace. 
And let her dance for me." 

The stately maiden glided in, 

Her chiseled form in gauze, 

She swayed and danced before them all. 

And quickly won applause! 



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Her hair was coiled around her head, 
A picture fair was she ; 
With flashing eyes and teeth of pearl. 
She tripped fantastically ! 

Her hreath came fast, her bosom heaved, 
And when the dance was done ; 
Down at King Herod's feet she dropped, 
His plaudits she had won. 

The King, the Lords, enraptured gazed, 
I^nchanted by the sight ; 
The flying feet, the flush of youth, 
Held them spell-bound that night. 

*VVsk what you will. King Herod cried, 
And I will give it thee, 
Even to half my kingdom." 
So jiroud and pleased was he. 

Then to her mother Salome fled. 
And asked, ''what shall I do?" 
Quickly Herodias replied. 
With hate and malice too, 

"Ask for John the Baptist's head. 
He is in prison, see. 
Place it upon a charger, 
And bring it unto me." 

When Herod heard the girl's request. 
He sorrowed, but he must. 
For his oath's sake, and for his friends. 
Behead the Good, the J^^^st. 
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The deed was done, the ghastly deed. 
And Herod's family, 
.\re classed as wicked miu'derers, 
In Sacred history. 



MIDWINTER 

Stern Winter with his reign is here. 

We welcome him, and the New Year. 

The snow birds twitter in the trees. 

The icicles in pendants freeze ; 

The children shout in merry glee. 

The storm King roars, sovereign is he : 

The snow balls l^ound along the street. 

Our hands are numb, and chilled our feet. 

But then we like the frigid cold. 

The charms that winter months do hold. 

We do not sigh for balmy June, 

Or Summer days, they come too soon. 

But oh. the rapture and delight. 

To watch the snow flakes pure and white 

And breathe the air so crisp and clear ; 

Stern Winter with his reign is here. 

Then shout and sing in merry glee 

King of the day and night is he. 



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HURRAH, HURRAH FOR 
TENNESSEE 

Hurrah, Hurrah, for Tennessee. 
The women of our land are free. 

It was Tennessee that did the trick. 
And cinched the law and made it stick. 

Thirty-six states have ratified ; 
We are extremely gratified. 

The antis will survive no doubt 

And soon they with us then will shout. 

Oh, Tennessee, fair Tennessee ; 

Our hopes, our faith centered in thee ! 

The struggle long ago begun. 
Is ended, and the victory's won! 

Credit we'll give those pioneers. 

Who worked and toiled so many years. 

We honor them, it is their due ; 

We'll help to mak^ their dream come true. 

The women of our land are free ; 
All on account of Tennessee ; 

We'll lift our hearts in prayer and song. 
That right has triumphed over wrong. 

Hurrah. Hurrah, for Tennessee, 
Henceforth Immortal thou shalt be ! 



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NEVER DESPAIR 

Never despair tho' dark clouds may gather, 
The sun in his splendor n'er ceases to shine ; 
.Vl^ove the wild tempest his radiance is 

streaming 
Tlien catch a faint glimmer, and cease to 

repine. 

x\ever despair if friends turn against you. 
,\nd. m'srepresented, you stand all alone. 
Take heart, the motive v/hich prompts every 

action. 
Is known, not In' men, hut hy God on His 

throne. 



The journey of life has its lights and its 
shadows. 

And each of us mortals are allotted our 
share. 

With firm self reliance, that seeks no assist- 
ance. 

Press onward and upward, and never 
despair. 



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HOW WE BUILD 

Ages have sunk in oblivion, 
And palaces crumbled away; 
Nations have risen in splendor, 
And perished again for aye ; 
Buried are Pompei's treasures, 
Mosaics, temples of stone, 
The masters of Rome have vanished, 
And Ceasar's pillar is thrown. 

The East with its pomp and glory. 

Shows but the Pharoh's fall ; 

"Dust to dust returneth," 

One fate embraceth us all. 

Yet higher still we aim, 

Tho' failing in what we ask. 

And learn to Iniild from the corals. 

Who lend their lives to the task. 

The sculptor stands with his chisel. 

And toils till set of the sun; 

To shape the dream that haunts his soul, 

Nor rests till his work is done. 

Lit with the fire of genius. 

Emblazoned, all aglow; 

A star from Heaven falls. 

And kindles his torch below ! 



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Who can compass the reahii. 

That encircles the origin of thought? 

Wlio can measure the influence. 

That human souls have wrought? 

Striving for science and progress 

On towards the Infinite. 

Though wrapped in shadows of error, 

We hold the promise of Light ! 



THE RAIN AFTER THE DROUGHT 

(^h how^ delightful the 1)eautiful rain, 

To see the swift flash of the lightning again. 

To hear the deep crash of the thunders' wild 

roar. 
Thank God for the shower descending once 

more. 



Oh how refreshing the l^eautiful rain. 

It comes as a boon on the parched earth 

again, 
Seed time and harvest, no more shall they 

cease. 
The promise fulfilled brings a halo of peace. 

A bow in the heavens so radiantly bright. 
Its colors soft blending a token of light. 
Reminds us our Heavenly Father above. 
Still watches o'er all in His infinite love. 

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SUMMER'S GONE! 

Wh.cn the sumach by the roadside, has 

turned a ruddy hue, 
And the golden-rod is flaunting its native 

colors too ; 
And luscious grapes hang on the vines, in 

clusters ripe and blue. 
Summer's gone ! 

When the sunset in its splendor, lights up 

the western sky, 
And the whippoor-will and katydid do with 

each other vie, 
And the leaves are gently falling and flowers 

droop and die, 

Summer's gone ! 

When children gather hazel-nuts with loud 

and noisy din. 
And the pumpkins and the squashes have all 

been gathered in ; 
And the huskings bees are over, the corn 

piled in the bin, 

Sommer's gone ! 



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When a tinge of gold and crimson dots the 

landscape here and there, 
And birds have sung their parting songs that 

linger on the air. 
And a sad and solemn stillness has settled 

everywhere. 

Summer's gone ! 



THE WAY TO HOOVERIZE 

Save, conserve, economize, 
Is the way to Hooverize, 
This is what we all must do, 
To help our Allies safely thru 
The struggle for Democracy 
And freedom from autocracy. 

One simple way, then, if you please 
Is just to use pure cottage cheese. 
Use it early, use it late, 
Use it in its natural state. 
Place it on the bill of fare. 
Do not fail to keep it there 
It is food that stands the test 
If you get the very best. 



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L' INCONNU 

Ah. dost thou know and canst thou find ; 

The thoughts that fill the poet's mind? 

Or hear the mellow chime of hells, 

Stirring- his soul and ever tells 

Rim when to take his pen and write 

E'er the muses take their flight ; 

The hells that ring those chimes so true ; 

They do not ever chime for you. 

Then do not turn away and scorn, 
The simple folklores Heaven horn ; 
Or criticise with frozen heart. 
The meaning that his songs impart ; 
Or judge with cold, cHsdainful eye. 
His joy in life, his motives high ; 
For this doth prove thine eye is hlind ; 
To a true poet's soul and mind. 

Blind to the realm where muses dwell ; 
And where thou seest naught hut a cell. 
For him, ahove this earthly clime. 
Appears a land of song and rhyme. 
Clear sparkling fountains cheer his soul ; 
The nectar flows in sacred bowl ; 
The draught for thee is cold and dead ; 
On holy ground, thou canst not tread. 



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Alone the poet sits and dreams. 
And many a l^rilliant gem he gleams, 
Of thought, from fancy's dazzling heights 
(Tho' he may live in gloom and night) 
He spins and weaves the web of life, 
In visions of good will and strife. 
Of love's delights and woes as well 
The poets mind ah, canst thou tell? 



AMERICA 

America, so proud and grand. 
Firm, united doth she stand ; 
'Llie leading nation of the world, 
Her flag, triumphantly unfurled. 
She welcomes strangers to her shore. 
To dwell in Peace forevermore. 

America, in all its prime, 

Was planted for all future time ; 

Men linked to truth and honor too, 

Tliey ])uilt a foundation firm and true. 

Here wealth and wisdom power and fame, 

Were founded on a Christian name. 



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W. C. T. U. DEFINITION 

W stands for women and \var against wine, 
C stands for christian, come fall into line ! 
T is for temperance all over our land, 
U is for union, united we stand. 
United against King Alcohol's powers. 
Which seeks to destroy this fair land of 
ours. 



WONDERLAND PARK 

Of all the parks, there's none so grand. 
And beautiful as Wonderland ; 
The name is well applied, 'tis true, 
I never saw such sights, did you? 
So many queer and funny things, 
As lighted boats made into swings, 
.\nd Scenic railroads, such a sight ; 
It fairly nils my soul w4th fright. 
To watch them riding for a spell ; 
And hear their vv-ild and frenzied yell ! 

Then there's the artificial lake, 

That dizzy ride so many take ; 

Besides the mysteries untold, 

Those inside palaces do hold ; 

The climax reached, when all those chumps 

Climb up those stairs and bump the Bumps ! 



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HAVE YOU PRAYED TODAY? 

Have you prayed today, have you fasted 

and prayed, 
That God in His wisdom will lend us His 

aid 
In driving this monster with poisonous 

breath, 
()ut of the Homeland and on to his death. 
Have you prayed for this today? 

Have you prayed today, have you fasted and 

prayed ? 
For the success of the plans so carefully laid. 
To interest the ])eople all over the land, 
.-iid arouse them to action, united to stand? 
For this have you prayed today? 

Flave you prayed today, have }'ou fasted and 

prayed. 
That righteous laws may be speedily made 
And enforced, that together we may all. 
Witness the doom of King Alcohol, 
Have you prayed for this today? 

Have you fasted and prayed, have }ou 

prayed today? 
That the light of the Gospel may l)lazon the 

wa}^ 
That Truth and righteousness may obtain. 
And victory be granted in this campaign? 
Have }T)u prayed for this today? 



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MILWAUKEE'S ANNIVERSARY 

W'c love Milwaukee by the lake, 
Lake Aficliigan so grand; 
We love to linger by the shore ; 
And watch the waves expand! 



The lovely waters are so bine, 
ivefiecting glorious light ; 
.\nd as the ships pass to and fro. 
Our hearts thrill with delight ! 



It is true our beloved city, 
just seventy-five years ago; 
Was planted on Lake Michigan, 
By the pioneers, you know ! 

We celebrate their good deeds, now. 
And their devotion too ; 
For the builders of this city, 
Builded better than they knew. 

They held pow wows with Lidian Cliiefs, 
They worked with heart and hand ; 
To make the place a great success, 
They very wisely planned. 



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Milwaukee re-echoes the glad hum 
Of Industry and Trade; 
She is progressive, and demnnds, 
Kespect for all laws made! 

With high ideals and lofty aims, 
She stands for Truth and Right. 
We are proud of our Home City, 
Crowned with God's Love and Light. 

We now appreciate the worth. 
Of those hrave men of old ; 
A place for them in memory 
And in our hearts we hold. 



LINES TO A SWEET GIRL 
GRADUATE 

i\Iay heaven's choicest hlessings, 

Surround you all the way. 
Thru life, and may you cherish 

Fond thoughts of the glad day. 
When life loomed up he fore you. 

With expectations hright ; 
]\Iay you realize the dreams 

You had that happy night. 



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OUR MARTYRED PRESIDENT 

In the splendor of our Union we have risen 
in our might, 
We have l^oasted of our love of liberty. 
To the nations long in darkness we have sent 
the gospel light, 
And our flag is floating far across the sea. 
We are mighty among nations, the world 
doth know our worth, 
And we've proudly nurtured freedom all 
the way; 
But a treacherous foe hath risen from the 
caverns of the earth. 
And our boasting seems but mockery 
today. 

Our nation sits in mourning ; its loved chief- 
tain is no more; 
His funeral knell is tolling everywhere ; 
ijut the echo, faint, resounding from yonder 
distant shore — 
''God's will, not ours, be done," comes on 
the air. 
The memory of those dying w^ords shall 
linger in the breeze. 
And draw the nation "Nearer, God, to 
Thee" ; 
The north, the south, from east to west, and 
over distant seas. 
This sorrow binds all hearts in unity. 

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IN MEMORY SHE LINGERS 

Frances Elizabctli Willacd 
Oh, tell ye bells, in solemn rhyme, 
O'er the sad world, a funeral knell ; 
"For God and Home and Native Land" 
Ring- out the chimes, the candence swell. 

Death has taken our leader home 
To join the glad, the ransomed throng; 
In that dear land of wonderous beauty, 
She is sinoino: the new-made song-. 



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There no clouds shall ever gather, 
Bright are the skies and always fair ! 
All her trials now are ended, 
.'Vnd she is safely anchored there. 

Still in memory she lingers, 
And her sweet influence sublime, 
Long crowned a queen in loyal hearts. 
She lives, and shall live thro' all time. 

And our great White Ribbon army. 
Rank and file as one unite; 
To bless the Lord, and praise His name. 
For that white life, so pure and bright. 

For the star that lights our pathway, 
Sheds its peaceful mellow ray ; 
O'er hill and vale and lofty height ; 
To thai: fair land of perfect day ! 

(This poem has been arranged to music) 



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REMINISENCE 

{Dedicated to the IVonian's CJiristiaii Tem- 
perance Union) 
A ripple rose out on the sea, 
The great wide sea of life; 
The current bore it on and soon 
It seemed a giant rife. 

Some said it was a pebble thrown 
From yonder distant shore ; 
That soon amid the billows deep, 
It would sink to rise no more. 

Not so, but on it swiftly sped, 

A ray of light divine ; 

Freighted with love for human souls. 

It touched your heart and mine. 

The sedges bore it on in song. 
It was wafted far and wide ; 
O'er mossy slopes and grassy fields, 
And heart to heart replied ! 

This thought is from our God alone, 
It is a Heaven-born thing. 
And o'er the clamor of the world. 
It flies on love's sweet wino-. 



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To burdened hearts, to dreary homes, 
A message of content. 
On wings of faith, and hope and prayer, 
This Hving current went ! 

And through the highways of the world, 
To foreign lands and climes ; 
With banners floating in the breeze 
This truth pealed out its chimes! 

And thousands caught the glad refrain, 
And swelled that chorus grand. 
And thousands donned the Rib1)on White, 
And with our army stand ! 



And as the years run down the g 
Of Time, like grains of gold ; 
And thro' Eternity's vast space, 
This thought shall yet unfold. 



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Where is the prophet or the seer. 
Who can fortell God's way? 
When a million hearts are bearing on. 
This thought of God today? 



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TO MY MUSE 

Oft when the stormy wind doth sweep 
And whips the ocean till it foams; 
Thy image, mirrored in the deep 
Takes wings and o'er the water roams. 

I trace thee in the midnight star. 
That blazes down from Heaven above ; 
I catch a glimpse of thee afar, 
Borne on the wings of light and love. 

And when the golden orl) of day. 
Doth tip the hills with radiant light. 
Resplendent with thy dazzling ray. 
Traces of sadness take their flight. 

Reflected in the morning dev/. 

That glistens on my window pane ; 

Thy lovely face I often view, 

'Tis stamped upon my heart and brain. 

My midnight lamp it burnetii low, 
When thou, blest spirit art my guide ; 
My thoughts in rapid transit flow 
\Mien thou dost linger by my side. 

Dispel the gloom propel the light, 
Oh, Heavenly Muse, a])ide with me; 
For all things beautiful and bright. 
Are blended, linked, and cling to thee! 



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THE WAILING WIND 

Oh, the wailing wind on a stormy night. 
As I take my pen and try to write ; 
Of what shall I write, of the beautiful snow. 
That is falling so gently on all below? 
Or tell of the brave deeds of heroes of old. 
Or of midsummer's pleasures, or winter's 

fierce cold? 
1 ransack my brain a subject to find. 
And the topic suggested comes with the 

wind. 

Thro' the branches outside I hear it sigh, 

In an undertone, then sobs rise high ; 

And wildly it beats 'gainst my window pane. 

Shrieking in frenzy a frantic strain. 

Then heaving a sad, despondent groan. 

It suddenly sinks to a monatone. 

Then murmurs in plaintive tones and long. 

The cadence of its weird song. 

With anger intense, on fury bent. 

It ends its wail when its grief is spent. 

OCTOBER 

The hills, the vales, the forests, 
With splendor are ablaze ; 
October wields her sceptre, 
In magic, matchless ways! 

Queen of all the seasons, 
With her banners flaunting high. 
Resplendent in grandeur. 
She crowns the vear to die. 
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WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH OUR 
ISLANDS? 

What shall we do with our Islands? 
The question that puzzles us now, 
Uncle Sam worries and wonders, 
And strokes his gray beard, knits his brow ! 

We must have a coaling station 
And keep it well under control ; 
An occasional earthquake to rouse us, 
And shake us up well on the whole ! 

Earthcjuakes abound on those islands. 
Volcanoes are active there too ; 
And when agitation is waning. 
We shall need a volcanic flue. 

The gold, the iron and the copper. 
Found in the mines are enough. 
To replenish our "trusts" when in danger 
Of running quite out of the stuflf. 

And now that the "wild cat" system 
Of specie we no longer heed : 
A ton or so of those wild cats, 
W^ould supply a long felt need. 

Congestion threatens our nation. 
We need a much wider scope: 
In which to display our products. 
And the Orient fills us with hope. 



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But while the question is pending, 
:\nd the day of decision rli'aws near, 
We will civilize the natives ; 
By sending them fresh lager heer. 

Sixty thousand kegs at the outset, 
Has heen shipped to the Isles of the Sea ; 
And this is the first installment of 
-American civilization to he. 



OUR LOVE IS DEAD 

Our love is dead, and can it be, 
That I no more am loved by thee? 
That thro' the coming years alone, 
I wander on by thee unknown? 
Oh, say not so, my dearest friend. 
True love can never know an end. 
Enshrined within the heart it keeps, 
Our love it is not dead, but sleeps. 

Then why this longing in my heart. 
To share with thee the counter-part, 
And taste the joys of friendship true 
How can I live apart from you? 
Oh, weeks and months fly on apace. 
Some svv^eet day bring us face to face 
Then shall our meeting surely prove. 
The ties that bind us or our dead love 

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A LETTER IN RHYME 

To ^I y Daughter : 

This is a lovely morning 

And the news to you, I'll tell. 
Perhaps you've had some warning 
That all has not gone well. 

You're little birdie took a bath, 

This very pleasant day, 
The first that he's attempted 

Since you have been away. 

He shivered and he shrivelled up, 

I set him in the sun ; 
But soon he straightened himself out- 

I knew his race was run ! 

I threw him in the garbage pail, 

And then began to doubt 
The propriety of the act, 

So up and pulled him out. 

Perhaps vour father when he comes 

Will stufif the little elf. 
And place him on the pedestal 

With the other on the shelf. 

He ate his seeds a whole dish full 
And seemed to be alright 

Until he took the fatal plunge 
Which seized him with affright. 
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I hope you will not blame me. 

The water, it was warm. 
I tried to take good care of him 

And did not do him harm. 

And when these hasty lines you read 
Which now I chance to write, 

Please recollect that he was ill. 
And in a sorry plight. 

And should you get another bird. 
Now this dear bird is gone, 

I hope 'twill be the kind that keeps 
His coat of feathers on. 



NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS 

Bring out the resolutions. 
We made one year ago ; 
And let us look them over, 
Our good intent to show. 

We surely meant to keep them 
And pledged our faith, 'tis true; 
But soon it was all ofif with us. 
And the resolutions too. 



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THOUGHTS FOR EASTER 

Oh haste to the sepulcher, enter with care, 
Deserted and vacant, the Lord is not there. 
He has broken asunder the cold, clammy 

chain, 
Of Death's icy fetters, He liveth again. 

We mourned at His 1)urial, and wept o'er 

His tomb. 
Our hearts sank within us, enshrouded in 

gloom. 
But light after darkness, joy cometh beside, 
The Saviour is risen tho' once crucified. 

Then why longer doubt Him, l3Ut only be- 
lieve, 
Why are we reluctant His love to receive? 
He offers it now so full and so free 
To all who are needy, to you and to me. 

Resplendent in glory He sits on the thorne. 
And tenderly calleth. He knoweth His own. 
Oh, list to His pleadings, and make no delay, 
A precious gift l:>ring Him, this glad Easter 
day. 



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OLD SETTLER^S DAY 

Ship Ahoy, All Hail, What Cheer! 
Old friends and neighhors gather here, 
To celehrate this festal day; 
And pass the golden hours away. 

From street and square, from hill and glen 
They come, and mingle once again ; 
Their kindly greetings to extend, 
In fellowship, as friend to friend. 

The warm hand-clasp, the gracous smile, 
Welcome assures, and cheers the while ; 
Sweet music floats out on the breeze, 
The l)irds are singing in the trees. 

llie sun in splendor sheds his light, 
Upon a scene joyous and bright ; 
A scene that shall remembered be 
And kept sacred in memory! 

Yet as we linger we recall. 

Faces we do not see at all. 

Wlio have passed beyond our mortal sight. 

Out of darkness into light. 

Beyond the hills where shadows n'er come. 
These friends have gathered one by one, 
We drop for them a silent tear. 
And hold them in our memory dear. 

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SUNSHINE IN THE HEART 

We meet so many people, 
Who seem downcast and sad ; 
Perhaps this song" will cheer them 
And help to make them glad. 

There is no use of sighing, 
Tho' joys in life depart, 
It is hest to keep on trying. 
With sunshine in the heart. 

Then do not he discouraged, 
In life, act well your part; 
And hold within your keeping, 
God's sunshine in the heart. 

When trials overtake you, 
And disappointments smart. 
You cannot be defeated. 
If the sun shines in your heart. 

Make haste then, speed this message, 
And to your friends impart, 
The secret of true happiness 
Is God's sunshine in the heart. 



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WITH NO APOLOGIES TO THE 
A. OF C. 

Some people are dissatisfied. 

Since Prohibition was ratified ; 

On the water wagon they will not ride. 

Their thirst it is not gratified ; 

For with the wets they are allied. 

With wine they'd rather be supplied ; 

Or beer, as medicine applied. 

They rant at the progressive side ; 

Long haired reformers they deride ; 

They say the city is "cootified" 

With double-quick angels, who have tried 

To clean up vice, but are defied. 

These men who swell with pomp and pride, 

Have aired their opinions far and wide ; 

And stirred up a hornet's nest, beside ; 

Their character they've exemplified. 

By no means are they glorified. 

It matters not what'er betide. 

Our city shall be clarified ; 

And existing wrongs be rectified ; 

Then shall wholesome laws be justified ; 

And Peace and ]:)rosperity abide ! 



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SPARE THE BIRDS 

I heard a cry from the woodland, 
A cry of wild despair ! 
It echoed through the forest, 
And pierced the tranquil air. 

It swept across the prairie, 
And o'er the meadows green, 
it swayed the bending willows, 
And rent the vale between. 
it ascended to the housetop. 
And to every lofty place. 
It was borne across the waters. 
And filled far-reaching space. 

it was a cry of consternation, 

We recall that awful spell ! 

When all nature stood awe-stricken, 

And a million song birds fell ; 

Where is the ruthless hand that let that 

deadly missle fly? 
Where is the king that issued. 
The decree that these must die? 

E'en Fashion that fair goddess, 

And the devotees at her shrine. 

But the hand that made the song birds. 

That hand it was divine. 



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Ijeware then, oh, my sisters, 
(,)f Fashion's allurements fair. 
Sanction not the cruel practice. 
But the feathered songsters spare ! 

For the price of a dead birds' plumage. 
If oft the price of a silent song; 
Then take no part in their slaughter. 
But save them this great wrong ! 

JUNE 

Oh. loveliest month in all the year. 
How charmingly thou dost appear. 
Thou art the season's stately queen. 
Sedate and fair, calm serene. 
The sapphire skies are bending low 
And we are loth to see thee go. 

June is the month of roses too. 
When lovely brides pay homage due, 
'Tis then they breathe the marriage vow 
And at Love's sacred altar bow. 
Oh, regal, royal lovely June, 
Thy thirty days are gone too soon. 

The thrushes perch beneath the eaves, 
The happy birds among the leaves 
Carol their joyous songs alway. 
Dame Nature decked in grand array. 
Thy balmy breezes woo the rain. 
We'll gladly welcome thee again. 

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A TRIBUTE TO CARRIE NATION 

Who in the whole creation. 
Is there Hke Carrie Nation? 
To create such a sensation, 
On a smashing tour to go? 
The saloons, oh how they catch it. 
She takes her little hatchet, 
And deftly she goes at it. 
And strikes the fatal hlow ! 

The choicest wine and liquor. 
She empties out the quicker. 
The Dealers dare not kick her, 
(Tho' they'd like to don't you know?) 
They threaten to enchain her. 
The law doth well sustain her. 
This makes it all the plainer, 
That the saloons must go ! 

The}' have meted out damnation. 
To every tribe and nation, 
In high and lowly station. 
And all alike laid low, 
This movement is a token. 
The strongholds of sin are broken. 
And God Himself hath spoken, 
Vnd the saloons must go ! 



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